I Ain't As Good As I Once Was.

The Halloween Party was a big success from my point of view. We drank all but about a bottle or two of the 5 gallons of pumpkin beer, so that was good. People showed up in some very creative costumes, so that's good. The rest I'm going to blame on Chuck, though. He told me I wasn't drunk enough, and I agreed, and went directly to the kitchen, opened the freezer door, and got out the special stash of cold, straight-from-Germany Jagermeister. My one friend. Most everyone did a shot with me, including Sharon and Chuck. I should have made Chuck drink more. One of the worst things about being drunk for me, is that I can remember everything. I remember being very very LOUD! And I remember getting all fired up about gourds, and thong underwear, and college kids wearing condoms. I remember repeating myself a hundred times, and having exact conversations I've had with people before, like singing My Immortal. I remember thinking it's a good idea to buy pot from a cop, and that I should sing Sheriff's "When I'm With You" at kereoke in Ste. Genevieve.

Oh, man, did I feel like Shit yesterday. With a capital "S." Since I have turned 31 I have had two of the worst hangovers in my life. If this is what it's like to get old, this sucks. I couldn't get out of bed to say good bye to Christy and Jerry at 9 a.m., nor could I get out of bed to say good bye to Bart and Sarah at 11 a.m. We barely made it to the Cardinals parade (pictures of that tomorrow) and I wouldn't have gone at all if I didn't love John so much and knew that he wanted to go so badly. Man, that friend of mine, Jager, stabbed me in the back. Yuck.

"I ain't as good as I once was
Thats just the cold hard truth
I still throw a few back, talk a little smack
When I'm feelin' bullet proof" -Toby Keith